...Opyat" etot son… Strela, pushchennaya kem-to iz zashchitnikov sten zamka, neizbezhno nakhodit ego v tolpe gremyashchikh oruzhiem voinov, obshchim voplem ustrashavshikh osazhdennykh. Zvuk metalla o metall. Dospekh ne vyderzhivaet i bol" ognem vpivaetsya v rebro, ostanavlivaya polet nakonechnika. On ne videl arbaletchika, izbravshego ego svoey mishen"yu. No, padaya na spinu, uspel prokhripet" proklyat"e v ego adres. - Baron ranen! Spasayte barona! Neskol"ko chelovek neuklyuzhe podkhvatili ego na ruki, delaya bol" nesterpimoy, i pobezhali so svoey noshey proch" ot steny.